Zhu Yan first searched her parents' room, but didn't find much money, so she went to look in the room of her second brother, with whom she had the closest relationship.

The second brother was even poorer. He turned out his mattress and bed to look for the money, but only found fifty cents.

Zhu Yan counted the money in her hand and found that it was only two dollars and fifty cents, which was far from a hundred dollars.

She sighed deeply and went back into her third brother's room. Her third brother was quite good at hiding money. He had money in his hat, in his pockets, under the mat, in his quilt, in his shoes, and in his socks, but they were all Mao Zedong's bills.

The total amount added up is three dollars and one dollar.

There is no other choice but to go to the eldest brother and get his wife’s capital.

Zhu Yan quietly entered her eldest brother's room and pulled out a small iron box from under his bed. There was a small padlock on the box, and a few large, crooked words were written in red paint: There is no money in the box.

Zhu Yan found a hammer and hammered the padlock off.

The iron box was opened, revealing a neatly arranged row of coins, all in one-cent and two-cent denominations.

Zhu Yan was stunned.

This, this is the wife that Big Brother hid and locked to prevent people from stealing?

I’m afraid that all these cents added up are not even as much as my second brother’s. That lock is more expensive than this money, right?

Want to marry a wife with just a few cents? !

Big brother must have something wrong with his brain...

Zhu Yan looked at him with disdain but put the coins into her pocket without hesitation.

She bumped into someone and the person asked for a hundred yuan. Now she suddenly realized that money is a good thing, but she can't take it out when she should. She feels really frustrated.

One or two points can make up a corner.

After Zhu Yan had taken out all the coins and was about to close the iron box, she suddenly discovered that the black cloth at the bottom of the box was a little uneven.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately reached out to lift the black cloth, and instantly discovered several handwritten deposit receipts hidden underneath.

Deposit certificate!

Wow, there are zeros!

The smallest one is twenty, and the largest one is fifty, which adds up to more than a hundred.

Zhu Yan took three twenty-dollar bills and one fifty-dollar bill, closed the iron box again and pushed it back under the bed.

Zhu Yan bowed to her brother's bed and muttered, "Brother, lend me your wife's money. I'm in trouble. I'll pay you back slowly when I make money."

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It was getting dark, and Qin Tian was about to go home with a gloomy look on his face. Before he even reached his yard, he heard someone shouting at him to come out and pay back the money, threatening to chop off two of his fingers if he didn't.

He immediately turned around and ran, hiding in an alley for more than half an hour.

A woman walked excitedly from the entrance of the alley, her pockets bulging. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if a corner of great unity was seen.

Qin Tian licked his lips, got frightened, and started chasing after him.

It was already past five when Zhu Yan arrived at the bank. There were still ten minutes before the bank closed. The cashier and the accountant were checking the accounts with the beads on the abacus.

She said she wanted to withdraw money, but no one paid any attention to her.

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

Zhu Yan thought that since she was here, she had to get the money anyway, so she said to the teller sitting behind the desk: "I need this money urgently. If you don't let me get it, I will write a letter of denunciation to you. I will not leave tonight and will sleep here. I will leave when you get the money."

The teller didn't expect that a woman who looked so young could be so thick-skinned. His hands paused for a few seconds while counting the money.

The cashier and the teller looked at the pile of cash still on the counter, exchanged helpless glances, and compromised: "Come over."

Zhu Yan took out 110 yuan, put it in her coat pocket and left happily.

Qin Tian followed her for a while, and Zhu Yan suddenly stopped.

He thought someone had noticed him, so he quickly hid behind a corner.

Zhu Yan swallowed her saliva as she looked at the street stall selling chicken bang bang.

The stalls are full of delicious items, including braised chicken feet, braised chicken wings, spicy chicken legs, hot pot chicken, and mouth-watering chicken.

They are all soaked in red oil soup, and they are fresh and fragrant.

The boy guarding the stall saw Zhu Yan standing there without leaving or buying anything, so he smiled and picked up a piece of thinly sliced ​​lung with chopsticks for Zhu Yan to taste.

“Try it first, and then buy it if it tastes good.”

Zhu Yan quickly picked up the lung slices on the boy's chopsticks and put them into her mouth. After chewing them twice, her mouth was filled with fragrance. She closed her eyes in satisfaction, praised it for being delicious, and immediately took out money to buy two taels.

The young man skillfully picked up a handful of braised pig lungs and put them on the scale to weigh them. It was exactly two taels and one cent. "I'll give you two taels. Come more often next time."

The young man lowered his head to find the packaging bag, put the lung slices in it neatly, tied a button, and handed it to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan took the item and handed a five-dollar bill to the young man.

When the young man lowered his head to find money, several men wearing red armbands and holding sticks ran towards him.

"Catch him!"

When the young man heard this, he turned his head to look, then immediately pushed the cart and ran away.

Zhu Yan chased after him with the lung slices in her hand, shouting, "Hey, you haven't given me the change yet, give me the change."

The young man pushed the car, turned east and right, and soon disappeared into the alley.

Zhu Yan couldn't catch up and stood there stamping her feet angrily.

Looking at the sliced ​​lung in my hand, I instantly felt it was delicious.

She bought two taels for five yuan, and it costs twenty-five per catty. If others knew about this, they would laugh to death.

Zhu Yan yelled into the empty alley, "I'll remember you. You dare to steal my money? Don't let me catch you next time!"

Several people wearing red armbands chased after her and saw Zhu Yan standing alone, so they asked her if she had seen a young boy selling braised dishes.

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